Chapter 27: Dutch Courage.
From the outside, one can already see that the penthouse of her groom is a Seattle type with unit spans of over a grand 5,170 square feet.
Arissa’s lips parted the moment she entered the apartment with Mrs. Wyatt and as if remembering her poise, she sealed her lips back.
The first thing that faced Arissa in the living room area was an impressive bejeweled Seattle skyline. The house had shades of charcoal, smoky white, black, and gold colors all over the surfaces of the house, all in equal proportions.
The floor of the apartment was covered with gray marble, and an Italian Fazioli F278 grand piano made of red spruce and with some part finished in black lacquer stood in one lonely corner of the living room.
Heavily masculine and Norden in shape, the living room was comfortably luxurious with high-class furniture. Her eyes appreciated how nice and unique the house was.
Arissa’s face pulled taut seeing the wired art around the piano area. The arts before her were like an eyesore - Mildly monstrous Picasso-esque oddities of twisted limbs and contracted nudes and another was a naked drawing of a lady with flowers around her.
What the hell is he doing with nude photos - and for the fact that it was just before the piano, does it means that he gets his inspirations to play looking at them?
’What kind of man am I getting married to?’ she asked herself inwardly as she looked at the three more nude drawings around.
From the glass door leading to the dining room were two contemporary candelabras hung above the dining table with also luxurious chairs around the dining table.
And then to the floating staircase like a Jenga game and underneath it, were two walls of built-in glass shelves. A small smile plastered on her lips as hints of who her husband’s personality was - just judging from his house design and colors. Arts included.
But what is the need for wines as much as these?